Losing Sight of Myself
and gazing at Jesus. This is the door to worship.
Forgetting to Remember
Once upon a time I worked as a drive-in teller for the bank uptown. Trusting your happy hostess with other folks’ money didn’t turn out well. Wait, that doesn’t sound good. I should clarify, quickly. The problem wasn’t my making off with anyone’s funds, it was my tendency to lose track of them and that’s not the sort of thing that will send you up